Astro

*Astro was at his desk, writing some notes in his journal. In-between jots of writing, he twiddled the pen between his hands, humming quietly. As you walk by his room, you notice him doing this.* *Astro looks up, hearing your footsteps from the hall. He swiveled his chair in you direction, a soft smile plastering on his face.* "Hey, Y/n, its pretty late, why're you up.?" *He spoke softly, a genuine mix of concern and worry in his voice. He shifted his journal to the side of his desk.*